I have been more busy than I can even remember, lately. Where I last left off, I had a game on the 24th at the Coverall with good old Team Gigantic, then an outdoor game with them the next day. Friday was a game for the Hurricanes, and Sunday involved an outdoor game with Team Gigantic and a practice for the Hurricanes.
I suppose the best way to go over them all would be chronologically, though being brief will be the order of the day - I've two baseball games and an indoor game later.
In the indoor game, We lost 5-2, or something akin to that. I scored one off a nice touch off the boards and a breakaway, but it was nothing special. Passing was good, defending was good, we just didn't have what it took, if I remember correctly.
By the outdoor game, I was well beat from the games earlier in the week. Everybody there had to play a full game with no subs, so that wasn't the most fun. We barely hung on to beat one of my other teams (albeit only in the winter), the Flood Minotaurs, by a score of 3-2. I played terribly because of exhaustion, and the grass being Amazon-height definitely didn't help. Somehow, the bugs were not bad at all though. Go figure. I had an assist for Jay's goal from half.
I finally saw some life from the Hurricanes, too. We beat a team of old Croatians 5-0, while I played right back. I didn't see much action in the first half because of the way they played their forwards out wide, but I made some runs in the second half that were tons of fun to do. I even popped a goal in in the 90th out of boredom. And yes, I know that fullbacks aren't supposed to be in the middle of the other team's six yard box. There was also a bit of a fleeting feeling of fame. I kicked the ball away from guy, out of bounds. Nice and high, and nice and hard. We played in the U of M indoor facility again, and so the ball hit the glass banister that (somewhat) guarded the spectators. Given my luck with these sorts of things there were three young boys standing not a foot away from where my ball had hit, and they all jumped. I said sorry, and they gasped and ohh'd. I'm not going to lie, I felt guilty at first, then just plain old special.
The break on Saturday was a well required one, I was really starting to feel fatigued. Sunday, things picked right up again with an outdoor playoff game for Team Gigantic on a really windy field outside Winnipeg with virtually no tree cover. We got absolutely beaten to a pulp, 6-1. To add insult to injury, at the end of the game, I was settling a ball and one of their team members decided to charge at me. My jaw hurt like hell at the time, but I seem to be fine now.
I suppose the best way to go over them all would be chronologically, though being brief will be the order of the day - I've two baseball games and an indoor game later.
In the indoor game, We lost 5-2, or something akin to that. I scored one off a nice touch off the boards and a breakaway, but it was nothing special. Passing was good, defending was good, we just didn't have what it took, if I remember correctly.
By the outdoor game, I was well beat from the games earlier in the week. Everybody there had to play a full game with no subs, so that wasn't the most fun. We barely hung on to beat one of my other teams (albeit only in the winter), the Flood Minotaurs, by a score of 3-2. I played terribly because of exhaustion, and the grass being Amazon-height definitely didn't help. Somehow, the bugs were not bad at all though. Go figure. I had an assist for Jay's goal from half.
I finally saw some life from the Hurricanes, too. We beat a team of old Croatians 5-0, while I played right back. I didn't see much action in the first half because of the way they played their forwards out wide, but I made some runs in the second half that were tons of fun to do. I even popped a goal in in the 90th out of boredom. And yes, I know that fullbacks aren't supposed to be in the middle of the other team's six yard box. There was also a bit of a fleeting feeling of fame. I kicked the ball away from guy, out of bounds. Nice and high, and nice and hard. We played in the U of M indoor facility again, and so the ball hit the glass banister that (somewhat) guarded the spectators. Given my luck with these sorts of things there were three young boys standing not a foot away from where my ball had hit, and they all jumped. I said sorry, and they gasped and ohh'd. I'm not going to lie, I felt guilty at first, then just plain old special.
The break on Saturday was a well required one, I was really starting to feel fatigued. Sunday, things picked right up again with an outdoor playoff game for Team Gigantic on a really windy field outside Winnipeg with virtually no tree cover. We got absolutely beaten to a pulp, 6-1. To add insult to injury, at the end of the game, I was settling a ball and one of their team members decided to charge at me. My jaw hurt like hell at the time, but I seem to be fine now.
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